Journal 48, page 64

October 9, 1893

''Monday: exquisite ride 2 1/2 hours to Lord Egmont's seat. Such an avenue of trees I never saw & herds with 75 or 100 deer.

October 10, 1893

When I broke my elbow by falling from my tricycle in 1886 I remember saying as dear Nan came running toward me~& both our faces white-"I've broken my arm but if I hadn't the universe would have been split into giblets." Somehow the safety & friendliness of law grows on me with the years.

We took a 2 hours ride over hills, through groves & lanes-the gorse in bloom-the distance delicious with the sky tenderas June. Robert S. told me all his history & sorrows-saying gently, "I am a broken hearted man." I told him I felt sure he could be vindicated& that I would help him all I could but he seems hopeless. He knows more than most anybody.

October 11, 1893

"A temperance woman half seas over" said Robert Smith when I came down to our leisurely 9 o'clock breakfast. It is good to think the bridge will now be crossed in as many days more. Am working away on sketches of life for Young Woman.

Wrote all day-i.e. dictated-

Hoped, prayed & believed that all was well with Isabel & Anna& that the two Conventions would be all the better for my absence. Had much good talk with my kind friends & little Bess Gordon who is one of the Lord's own. Went to bed early & slept like one of the Seven.O God make me true& kind, gentle& strong.& forgive all my sins.

October 12, 1893

Hannah had to go to Tunbridge Wells to speak. R.P.S. Bess, Edith & I went for a 2 hours drive among these golden English landscapes- so homey& poetic. We had good talk and a lot of it. R. told me his theory of Christ as one of the Essenes; we talked of historical higher criticism& how it will help not hurt &bring the Blessed One nearer to Humanity. We talked of many great characters& he reverted again to his broken life. I felt sosorry-am doing my best to get him to [.....] an autobiography-he has seen so much & thought so long& well but he says not for my right hand! He told me much of Logan&how he reads Jane Austen as the greatest model of style in f iction-that being the present vogue. It's a fashion-like bonnets. The Pall Mall tries to "poke fun" at me for giving my watch to the starving miners but I don't "scare worth a cent." "O life is strange & full of change and it brings me little sorrow;

For I came to the world but yesterday